As a rule I try and draw happy things. It sounds cornball and very “give peace a chance” but I’ve just never been able to try and promote ponderous messages through art. It’s a view that has gotten me a lot of weird looks from other artists. I have the ability to draw almost anything under the sun and I want to use it to draw comics? I don’t know why, but more than anything: Yes. What really makes me pleased to draw is drawing something for someone and seeing a smile on their face as a result. I really don’t know many feelings as gratifying as that smile. All that being said, every once in awhile something less than happy creeps into my sketchpad.
This past week wasn’t bad, it was just loaded. Time Management and I are not friends. When I have a lot of work to do things always get worse before I get my act together. I’m on the upswing from that, but man, did I feel like I was drowning this week.
Of course, whatever pity party I can muster gets squashed out pretty quickly:
I was never under the illusion that student teaching would not be a lot of work – and I do think that it is work worth doing – it is just so hard seeing days crawl by without me even having picked up a pencil to draw. Not drawing is killing me. Sadly it seems that doing schoolwork is actually necessary to graduating. A disappointing revelation if I ever heard one.
If you can stick with me for the next couple of months you’ll see some bad sketches on some yellow legal pad (all my notes are taken on these) and not much else. I HATE that that is the best that I can offer right now but I’m trying out this new thing, “Making Adult Decisions”. I’m not proving too skilled at those….yet.
Thanks for stopping!